Don’t call the weekend, the weekend will call you.
This week, a Perk on the best boots you’ll ever wear: supremely refined, Italian leather ones from Peter Nappi for up to 40% off. Your other Perks: a month’s worth of potent cold brew coffee, delivered—for 20% off. Plus some handsome vintage cameras. Clear room on your mantel...
Things you could do at a classy new spa by the marina: absolutely nothing. And while you get all that nothing done, someone will rub you with hot stones, or magnets, or nice-smelling lotions. They’re very attentive here.
Standing around in Sunset Junction, you can sense a certain coffee-related tension these days—it’s like Intelligentsia versus Sunset Junction Coffee Shop versus the brand-new Caffé Vita, just in from Seattle. Or maybe it’s not tense. Maybe you’re all just jacked up on espresso. Hard to say.
Teddy’s. The very word conjures intense memories from the not-so-distant past involving red ropes, TMZ stakeouts and densely packed revelry with celebs like Lin... well, all of them, really. All the celebs. Anyway, Friday nights are back on. Same DJ as before (Myles Hendrik). And you haven’t aged a day.
So there’s this old British game called Aunt Sally. Everybody stands around in the sun, trying to knock a doll off a pole with a piece of wood. It’s epic. Anyway, there’s a tournament happening Sunday at Golden Road—winning team gets free growler refills for a year. That’s epic-er.
Say your weekend was a little shy on oysters. Say you decide to remedy that with a Monday night at Bar Marmont. Say they bring over as many as you like, for about a buck each. Say that all happens. Probably wouldn’t be terrible.
